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10/10/1973, 10/1582, Agriculture, Ano Domini, Augustus Caesar, BC/AD, BCE/CE, Birthday Poem, Calendar, Fallow, Gregorian Chant, Julius Caesar, Lunar, Lunar Cycle, Matt Ford, Northern Hemisphere, Pope Gregory XIII, Solar, Ten Month Calendar
There are twelve months in a year, this is the final one,
back fore Rome changed calendar, had but ten, my son.
December is deci, which as you know’s a tenth
January, days of old, when seeds were dispensed.
Darkest days of winter when nothing was in bloom,
when Earth she lay fallow and darkness o’er all loomed,
months of cold and dreary were deemed beneath contempt
so, our early agris declared two moons exempt.
There are twelve and a third full moons in every year
which tends to reek havoc on symmetry, I fear.
Months were lunar driven, making all lunatics,
took some generations perfect calendar’s mix.
Then Julius and August thought they were the bomb
so two months we added, now had twelve in our song,
still we could not align hopes with reality
switch Julian Gregorian new fealty.
In October of the year fifteen-eighty-two
Pope Gregory the thirteenth new calendar drew.
Whole world’s gone Gregorian, (different dude than chant)
changed ano domini to CE circumstance.
Holy goodness, holy cow, holy holly sprig
today is December tenth, do not flip your wig!
My point’s happy birthday, I’ve finally arrived
to point of this lecture, I’m glad that you’re alive!
Though you are no Caesar, no high and mighty pope,
once more circumnavigated our lovely sol.
Hope your soul’s uplifted and coming year’s divine,
happy birthday, dear friend, I’m proud to call you mine.
There are twelve months in a year this is the final one,
back fore Rome changed calendar, had but ten, my son.
December is deci, which as you know’s a tenth
January, days of old, when seeds were dispensed.